Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
His eyes widen as he stares at me. “You bet your ass that if I ever catch you near my future wife, I’ll end you in a creative fashion.”
“I won’t, I won’t,” he promises as he shakes, but I don’t believe a word out of his mouth.
“Get him the fuck out of here and on the next plane back to the U. S.,” Maurizio tells the two men that are waiting on the side. Maurizio stares Trainor in the face and adds, “You make a scene, and I’ll have them drag you away and end your life. No one here is going to touch my men, so it would be foolish to go to the police.” They untie his hands and drag him out.
I snatch up Cora’s things and found the tracking device, so I toss the hidden air tag at Maurizio. “This is how the piece of shit knew where to find her.”
“What the fuck is this?”
“An air tag from Apple. It allows for tracking. Some people add it to their suitcase just in case their luggage gets lost, but she doesn’t have any Apple products.” He hands it back to me.
“Well, I’d toss that just in case he gets stupid.”
“No, I have an idea,” I tell him, tucking it in my pocket. Now it’s time to go home. I have a woman to see. Only I’m not sure how I’m going to explain her stepfather’s deception.
“Gentlemen, I am leaving. If you let that bastard live, and he comes after my woman…”
“Calm down, Volkov. I am not letting him live long. I want my money, and he does have a nice insurance policy. Soon he’ll have an accident, and I’ll take a cut of that check.”
“Fine with me. We’ll find a way to invest it and then transfer the proceeds.” He nods and we all walk out. I carry her luggage to my vehicle and leave.
The drive back is uneventful and faster than my drive in, but my mind is racing. Before I stop in the house, I drop the air tag inside one of my other vehicles in my garage.
When I step through the door, Cora is waiting. “Hey, how long were you waiting by the door for me?” I tease.
“Whatever, I heard your vehicle, and I was worried that it was someone else.” Damn, I don’t care for that. She shouldn’t be afraid of anyone.
“Relax. I promise you’re safe. Now did you eat? Because I’m hungry.”
“Um no. Dinner is actually cooking right now.” A blush steals over her face as she grins.
“Did the chef arrive?”
“Yes, and he and I were making dinner.” A low rumble of distaste comes from my lips. “What’s wrong? You don’t trust my cooking?”
“No, I don’t trust another man around you.” I can’t fight the possessive rush shooting through me.
“You had Mikhail around me all day,” she says with a huff as if I’m being ridiculous.
“Yes, but he’s a brother to me.”
She rolls her pretty ocean-colored eyes. “Well, then you need to relax because he was checking in every ten minutes like something was going to happen.”
My brows knit in confusion. “You don’t get how beautiful you are, do you?”
“I mean…I get that I’m pretty, but…” I press my hand to her lips, stopping the doubt from her.
“You are more than pretty, and when you smile it’s like the entire world lights up.”
“I think you’re delusional.” She pats my chest with her hand, and I clamp my hand down over it. With a quick tug, she pressed against my body.
My head tilts down to hers and I confess, “No, I’m obsessed.”
“Dinner’s ready, Ms. Hardwick,” Chef Tomas says, stepping into the living area where we are standing. “Oh, Mr. Volkov, it is perfect that you are home just in time for dinner.”
“Yes, it is.” I stare at him with a hint of suspicion because he spent the afternoon with my future wife.
“Oh my…is that my suitcase?” she asks, finally noticing the luggage at the door while conveniently interrupting my stare down.
“Yes, I retrieved it from the hotel.”
“Thank you.” She throws her arms around me and squeezes my neck with her perfect tits pressed firmly against my chest. This woman is going to make me break and pin her against the sofa.
“You’re welcome. I’ll bring it to the bedroom after dinner.”
“Okay.” We head into the dining room where Chef Tomas brings our plates and the wine.
“I hope you like it. It’s one of my favorites.” I dug into the chicken parmesan thoroughly pleased with the flavor.
“I do like it, very much.” She smiles and my chest fucking pounds, demanding to lean over the table and kiss her, but I won’t until she’s ready.
“So, I need to call my stepfather.” My neck tenses up at the mention of that shady bastard.
“Why?” I growl.
“He’s probably so worried about me and what if they get to him,” she asks.